Rebirth of the National Male God

"Wait." Si Huang stopped.

When she stopped, everyone else stopped.

"Don't crowd." Si Huang continued.

The fans instinctively paused for a while, and then one drove the other, and no one moved.

Anyway, Sihuang stopped, so they didn't have to chase anymore. Among them, the girls who were in charge of taking the lead remembered their responsibilities and quickly took care of their discipline, "We are the Knights, and we can't be rude in front of Your Majesty!"

Most people still couldn't help but take small steps forward, thinking of contacting Si Huang at the front.

Sihuang took the flowers from the recent girl's hand and took out a tissue for her, "Hands are bleeding."

The girl stayed for a while, but she didn't respond for a long while after catching the tissue, and her expression was a little overwhelmed.

With her passion, she wanted Si Huang to accept her flowers. In fact, she didn't have much hope. She just wanted to do it, so that Si Huang could pay attention to herself and take a closer look at herself. This is completely in line with the mentality of many star chasing fans - expressing your love for your favorite idols, you don't have to respond to yourself, just pay attention.

However, His Majesty personally took the words I sent, handed me a tissue, and talked to me! ? The girl couldn't believe all this, staring at the delicate face in front of her, her throat lost its function.

Other fans were also stunned.

Si Huang smiled, "Don't move, let me collect the flowers one by one, okay?"

A group of people looked left and right, and then nodded.

Sihuang, as she said, took a rose that most people were holding in person, and there were two security guards following her, so that fans could not control their actions.

After collecting the roses and holding them into a bunch, Si Huang said, "Thank you, go back early."

Fans watched her leave with different expressions.

"Before Your Majesty, I haven't seen such a star. How can I say it? It's so gentle, not the kind of gentleness that is deliberately flattering. When I was gentle, I still had an aura, and I lost the courage to take the opportunity to shake his hand. It always feels wrong to do so..."

"I feel the same way too. It's weird, but I like it so much. Your Majesty is like... like..."

"Like an elegant gentleman and aristocrat." A slightly mature voice said seriously.

"Ah! That's right, this is it! It's not like it, it's just good or bad! When he was so gentle to me, I felt that if I was joking and not serious, I would simply be blaspheming Your Majesty, and I would like to slap myself to death!"

There are already scheduled pick-up stops outside the airport.

The three Sihuang put their luggage and sat up.

The white car starts.

Si Huang, who was sitting in the back row, looked at a bouquet of fresh roses in his hand, and the petals were still stained with water droplets.

[Your Majesty, there are several small pinks that have the omen that they will turn into golden sparkles, almost almost! 】 The tangled and expectant voice of the five treasures sounded.

Si Huang took out his phone, pointed the camera at himself, and snapped a selfie.

The person in the photo is wearing a gray-blue coat, holding a bright red rose, drooping his chin slightly, lips that are more moist and brighter than roses, touching the rose petals indistinctly, a soft demeanor, without any smile, but Looking at the camera, his eyes glittered, full of reserved sunshine smiles.

Her skin had no flaws at all, but against the backdrop of roses, it added a bit of radiance, exuding a blushing temptation.

Some people have said that deliberate coquettish coquettishness can never compare to the natural beauty. At this time, the Si Huang in the photo was clearly reserved, but because of the roses, the inexplicable color was rendered, and even the action was reminiscent.

Si Huang glanced at it, and felt that there was no problem, so he posted it on his V-blog.

[Sihuang V: Thank you for picking up everyone today. [photo]】

This V blog was posted, and there were no comments for a few seconds, followed by a surging tide of comments.

"What a great benefit, collect and collect! Hey... I will never say that roses are a foil for women! Your Majesty is so beautiful!"

"Don't ask me what I'm doing, you don't understand the world of idiots!"

"No need to thank your Majesty! [Happy] [Happy] It's great that Your Majesty can come to Liushui Market!"

"Pray for science, what happened? Who is your majesty thanking, and who gave the rose in his hand? Envy, jealous, hate!"

Such an opportunity to show off, as a group of fans who picked up Si Huang today, why would they let it go? After a while, everyone in the V blog commented on what happened.

【Your Majesty is the best! ] Wubao's elated voice has proved the repercussions of the V Bo incident.

The feather olefin probe in the front passenger seat came over, "Do you want me to help with it?"

"No need." Si Huang gently plucked the rose petals.

The words I said casually when I went to Yangcheng Airport were remembered by countless fans. No matter whether they met that day or not, each person held a rose in his hand. This intention, even if it is a bit of a follow-up mentality, is also their intention.

Si Huang's mind came to the first young girl's bleeding finger cut by a flower branch, and the corner of her mouth tickled lightly.

Whether they really love them can be seen from the data of Wubao.

She can't respond to this intention one by one, at least she has to take it seriously.

The car stopped at the gate of the reserved hotel, and the waiter pushed the luggage cart over and carried the luggage for several people.

Sihuang and Yuen brothers and sisters got off one after another.

There was a flash of white light that was less noticeable during the day.

Si Huang turned his head sharply to look, and found the person who had just put away the camera not far away. She saw the person who was wearing the camera, and quickly pulled off the hat on his head, turned around and left.

"Sihuang?" Yuen followed her gaze and found nothing unusual.

"It's nothing, let's go." Si Huang retracted his gaze and walked into the hotel.

Yuan Liang, who took the photo secretly, turned his head to look carefully, only to stop when he found that Si Huang and the others were no longer there.

He pressed his hat again, "To be discovered, he's too keen." In the past, he was rarely discovered by celebrities in secret photography, and it could even be said that he was never discovered at all. It was rare for him to suffer a loss here.